After they had showered together, she’d been too intrigued and had sunk down to her knees before him. Looking up at him she’d asked if she could suck his cock. James had told her exactly what he liked. Last night had been a load of firsts for her. Her first orgasm, her first sex, taking it from behind, sucking cock, and swallowing his cum. Now that last one had been strange for her. He’d warned her that he was going to come, but instead of pulling away, she’d wanted to taste him. Seeing and feeling him lose control had been one of the most erotic things of the night.
He’d taken her hard in the bedroom making her come twice before finally fucking her to completion.
She couldn’t find her bra or panties. Pushing her dress down her legs, she glanced back at the bed. James was still sleeping soundly. Part of her wanted to wake him while another just wanted to leave. She didn’t want the morning after routine. Last night had been a job to him, and no matter what happened she couldn’t forget that.
Leaving the bedroom, she made her way along the corridor. Her body ached in all the right places. Her pussy was incredibly sore. Pressing the button on the elevator she stared at her reflection, really not recognizing herself. Who was this woman staring back at her? She had bruises along her neck from his rough kisses.
Her lips were swollen, and when she saw herself in the mirror she had marks from his fingers. James hadn’t been easy on her, and yet he had. She had no doubt that some men would have been too rough making it painful whereas James had taken his time. He’d listened to her.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as the elevator pinged open.
Stepping out, she walked toward the front door aware of the gazes on her. Ignoring their stares she stood outside and waited for a cab. When five minutes passed, she decided to walk home. It took her an hour to walk home, and when she arrived she was shocked to see Clara waiting for her outside.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you,” Clara said.
“I was out.” Heat filled her cheeks as she thought about exactly what she had been doing.
“You were out on a Friday night?” Clara followed her into her apartment.
“I went out.”
“Okay, I was on a date, and you never leave your home unless you have to. Why are you suddenly doing the walk of shame?”
Closing her door, Haley tried to do everything to stall her friend’s interrogation. “Do you want a drink? I bet you must be thirsty.”
“Stop it, Haley. Talk to me.”
Entering the kitchen, she grabbed a cup from inside her cupboard before turning to stare at her best friend. “What do you want to know?” Haley asked.
“Where were you last night?”
“I went out.”
“Out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how angry I am right now? I’m your best friend, and yet you won’t even consider going out with me. The least you could have done was ask me out and I’d have loved to have gone dancing with my best friend.”
Clara went on and on, and it was hurting her to see her friend so upset.
“I used an escort,” Haley said, shouting the words to get her to stop.
It worked. Her friend went silent.
“What?”
“I did what you suggested. I’m no longer a virgin. I hired an escort. We had a date of sorts, and then we had sex.” Haley turned her back to her friend, trying her hardest to work the coffee pot. How did you work this blasted thing? Every other day she knew how to get her coffee without a fault, yet today she couldn’t figure it out.
When she finally got it working, she breathed out a sigh of relief.
Turning back to her friend, she saw the concern on Clara’s face.
“What?” Haley asked.
“That was a stupid idea of mine. I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”
“I went through with it, and now I’m no longer a virgin. He took it, and it was amazing. Well, it didn’t start out so great, but by the end of the night, wow.” Her cheeks were growing hotter as her friend stared back at her. “What?”
“You used an escort service to rid yourself of your virginity?”
“Yes. Your idea, so don’t even think to question me.”
“That’s so fucking dangerous. I didn’t have a clue where you were. What if it was a kidnapper, huh? Or some mental person intent on killing you? I wouldn’t have known because you didn’t tell me.”
Rounding the kitchen, Haley held onto her friend’s hand. “Stop, Clara. I mean it, stop. You didn’t have to worry about me. James, he was so sweet and kind. The perfect gentleman. I promise you. It went great.”
“You said it didn’t start great,” Clara said.
“Let me make a coffee and then we’ll talk.”
“Okay.” Clara disappeared into Haley’s sitting room.
Letting out a breath, she finished making their coffees. Her cell phone went off in her bag. She placed the two cups on the counter and reached inside.
James: Where r u?
Haley stared at her phone. She didn’t expect him to text her. What was the proper protocol for last night?
Haley: Thank you for a wonderful night. I went home. I didn’t know what to do this morning. So, I went home.
She waited a few seconds for another message to come in. When one didn’t she turned her phone off and started toward the sitting room.
“I can’t believe you’re no longer a virgin,” Clara said, taking the cup from her hand.
“You and me both.”
“How was it, really?”
Sitting beside her friend, she blew along the surface of her coffee. “It, erm, it started out wonderful. He was attentive, and for quite a bit I forgot that he was an escort.”
Her cheeks could easily cook a three course dinner, they were so hot.
“That good?”
“Well, he gave me my first orgasm.”
Clara whooped. “That’s what I’m talking about. I need to meet this guy and give him a pat on the back. It’s about time my girl saw what she was missing.”
Chuckling, Haley took a healthy gulp of her hot coffee. “When he, erm, entered me, that’s where it went bad. He didn’t know. I didn’t warn him or anything. I figured I’m a big girl. I could handle the little pain. Big mistake, huge, actually. It hurt, and I screamed and begged him to stop.”
“Did he stop or did he hold you down and fuck you anyway?” The dreamy look in Clara’s eyes confused her.
“Er, he stopped. There was some blood. He was pissed off, angry. I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. He demanded to know why I’d use an escort service to get rid of my virginity.” She explained everything that had happened leading up to him saying thank you.
“Are you sure he was a real escort?” Clara asked.
“Yes, why?”
“He doesn’t sound like an escort I’d imagine.”
Leaving the sofa, she grabbed her tablet from the inside of her bedroom drawer. “Here, have a look.”
She pulled up the link for Clara to read through the Pure Filth website.
Finishing off her coffee, she walked back into her kitchen to have a refill. Her phone called to her to pick it up and answer. She refused. There was nothing between them. James was being a professional, and this was where she needed to realize the difference between paid sex and sex with love. She didn’t have sex with love to compare it to, but she had her books.
“Have you read through this site?”
“Yes, I did. Well, I saw a little of the site. When I hit discretion I kind of didn’t read anymore. I didn’t read James’s profile.” Leaning her head back against the sofa, she let out a sigh. “It was perfect, Clara. Please, don’t mention it again. I want to remember what I liked about that day, not what I paid for, okay.”
When Clara left a couple of hours later, Haley deleted the website from her history and favorites link. She had two days to get back to normal before she went back to work. Taking a l
ong shower, she refused to touch herself. She now had to forget all about James and his magical touch and kisses.
Chapter Six
Monday morning
“So you had a woman that paid for your services and she left you?” David said.
“I broke all the rules for her, David,” James said, running fingers through his head. Since Saturday morning he’d cancelled three of his appointments and given them to Gavin instead.
“All three rules?”
“Yes, I kissed her, fucked her without a condom, and then slept beside her. She’s gone, and I don’t know how to tell her she could be pregnant.” He counted them off on his fingers. This was something he’d never done before, talk with David about his own personal business. He didn’t like this, not one bit. Haley Ronald. He hadn’t told David her name and didn’t intend to. She was the first woman he’d broken all the rules for. He was the one who texted her the morning after when he found her no longer in his bed.
This was driving him insane. He didn’t know how to cope with the thoughts running around his head. Turning down work wasn’t like him nor was thinking about the same woman, over and over again.
“I’d say you got it bad. Now, are you coming with me for the cake testing or not?” David asked. “Sandra’s busy and asked for me to take care of it. I don’t mind eating a load of cake, but you’re coming, too.”
“Yes, I’ll come.”
Sandra was a sweetheart and a florist. At times he couldn’t believe his friend had snagged the kind-hearted woman. David Edge’s family was not known for being nice. In fact, they were known for being downright fucking cruel at times. Sandra had won them over, or David had warned them all to be nice.
“Good. Go and get yourself a coffee. I need to take care of this call first.” David ushered him out of the room as if he was a child. Shaking his head, James left the office. Several women’s gazes were on him. Ignoring each and every one of them, he made his way toward the coffee area. He liked coming to David’s workplace. It reminded him of why he started Pure Filth in the first place. An office job would never have suited him. He hated being confined in one place
“Did you get anything from her?”
“No, she won’t even talk to me.”
“Come on, man. It’s not like she’ll be hard work.”
James paused outside of the coffee room listening to the men talk.
“I told you, a hundred bucks if she agrees to date you, two hundred for a kiss, and three hundred for a picture of her naked. You can do this.”
He hated men like this. They made their sex look like total assholes.
There had been a time when he was exactly like them. Wincing, he paused as they all muttered something and went silent.
“She’s coming.”
He was sure he heard that.
Shaking his head, James rounded the corner and collided with someone.
“Oomph,” she said, falling on her ass.
“Crap, I’m so sorry.” He looked down into the blue eyes that had been plaguing him all weekend. “Haley?”
“James.”
Aware of the men’s eyes on him, he helped her to her feet. “How have you been?” he asked.
Her face had gone a bright red. She clearly didn’t want to keep talking. Taking hold of her elbow, he led her away from their wandering gaze. He knew the layout of David’s building like the back of his hand. James didn’t give her the chance to leave his side. Entering the women’s bathroom, he flicked the lock on the door, and pressed her up against the door. “What are you doing in here?” he asked.
“What? This is where I work. Do you work here? Was Friday a big misunderstanding?” Her eyes went wide, and she pressed a hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, you’re with them, aren’t you? The men who talk about all their famous conquests? How could I have been so fucking stupid?”
“I’m not with them. Friday night was real, okay. It was all fucking real. My best friend is David Edge.”
“I work for your best friend? How come I’ve never seen you?” she asked.
“Sheer fucking luck, that’s how.” He would have remembered Haley if he’d seen her in the building. “I’m helping him pick out cake for his wedding.”
“Does he know what you do?”
“Yes, he knows what I do.”
He couldn’t resist touching her. She was so fucking beautiful that she made him ache. Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her plump bottom lip. He knew what it was like to have those lips wrapped around his cock.
Fucking hell, she’d been a virgin a couple of nights ago. She worked for his friend. What were the odds of that?
“You left.”
“I told you why in the text.” Her voice sounded off. Staring into her eyes, he saw they were dilated. Glancing down at her nipples, he saw they were pressed to the front of her shirt. She was aroused.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I didn’t know what to do. You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I wanted you to wake me up, Haley. One night with you, it wasn’t enough. I need more.” Taking her hand, he pressed her palm against his cock. He was hard as fucking rock.
“James?”
Slamming his lips down on hers, he silenced all of her protests. Grabbing both of her hands, he pressed them either side of her head, locking her against the door and his body. He needed to feel her softness. She’d been driving him crazy. He either needed to get rid of the memory of her or remember she was like every other woman. Closing his eyes, he let himself go. She moaned into his mouth, opening up. He plundered her mouth at the same time he placed her hands together, keeping them above her head in one of his hands. Gliding his hand down her shirt, he stroked her nipple before going down to the edge of her skirt. He pulled back to see that she was with him every step of the way. Lifting her skirt up, he skimmed his fingers along her thigh, going up until he came to the edge of her pussy.
He pushed the fabric to one side, sliding his finger through her creamy slit.
James was the only one who’d been inside her. The only cum her pussy had known was his. He’d been the first man to give her an orgasm, to pop her cherry, and to have her screaming for more.
Working two fingers inside her cunt, he groaned. “You’re soaking wet, Haley. You want me, baby?”
“You’ve got to stop this,” she said. She didn’t put up a fight to stop him from touching her.
“Then you’ve got to stop what you’ve done to me. I can’t get you out of my head. I want you, Haley. No other woman is ever going to satisfy after what you’ve done to me.”
“James?”
“I’m not going to stop wanting you.” He claimed her lips once again and rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit. Kissing down her neck, he sucked on her exposed flesh. He needed to mark her. Those men, they were the ones she was talking about at dinner. They had a bet going on to see if one of them could get into her pants. He’d warn her, but first he needed to relieve this ache that she’d started.
Her body was so soft against his.
“Please, James. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t make her wait.
Releasing her hands, he pulled his zipper down, taking out his cock. Lifting her up, he placed her on the smallest counter near the sinks. Lifting her skirt up to her waist, he tugged on her panties. They were his, along with her other underwear, which he’d taken from the hotel room.
Sliding his cock through her juices, he got himself slick before placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.
He gripped her hip and watched as his cock slid inside her. There was no pain anymore. He’d taken care of that on Friday. She groaned as he filled her up. When he was at the hilt, he stared up into her beautiful blue eyes. He couldn’t walk away from her even though he had to. There’s no way she’d ever accept his job, and yet, he couldn’t even do his job.
Tightening his hold on her hips, he started to pull out of her only to pound back inside. Her pussy t
ightened around his dick, and he didn’t want to leave her body. “Your cunt wants me, Haley. You can’t deny me.” He slammed inside, swiveling his hips to get deeper.
“Yes, James, please, fuck me.”
It didn’t matter they were in the ladies’ bathroom at her work. He needed to mark her, to show every other man who she belonged to. Nothing made sense in his world. No other woman had this kind of power.
His virgin client.
****
This couldn’t be happening, and yet it was. James, her escort, was best friends with the owner of the company she worked for. She’d bumped into him, and now they were fucking once again, only this time in the ladies’ bathroom.
Haley loved it. She loved how big his cock was and the pressure of his hands on her hips. He’d left bruises, and with his touch now, it would just darken the fading ones.
He leaned forward, licking her pulse before nibbling along her collarbone.
“When I get you naked, I’m going to feast on your tits, Haley. I’ll worship this beautiful body and show you exactly what needs to be done to it.”
She whimpered.
Her orgasm was so close. She didn’t want him to stop.
“This isn’t enough.” He pulled out of her, taking over and getting her to lean over the sink. She stared at their reflections, shocked by the difference in her. The happy, helpful secretary had disappeared to be replaced by a wanton woman. She looked fucked. He kicked her legs open a little wider.
She closed her eyes as he fucked every inch of his dick inside her. He spread the cheeks of her ass open, and she knew he was watching. On Friday he’d told her how much he loved watching his dick slide inside her.
“Open those eyes, Haley. Watch me as I fuck you.”
Doing as he ordered, she watched him start to move. It was the most intense sensation she’d ever experienced. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. His cock was long, thick, and plunging inside her with each of his thrusts.
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